Chain
I always thought it was locks and bolts
if you love and freedom if you don't,
but...chain me up
in your love,
in your love.
Now...I want tight bolts and secure locks
keep me safe even in the Bronx
you would...
If there's anywhere for me to run to
I'd wanna be chained up next to you
I would...
Metal links and twist
metal links and twist,
keep me in your grip
keep me in your grip.
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2010
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